The Red String {The Prototype}

Chapter 17: What?!?, End

"I'm staring at the clouds

You know I hate this weather

But we can work it out

I swear I could do better if you let me

So we wait for things to change

I never thought that this could end

If I'm not with you how could I fall asleep again?" - Jeremy Zucker: End

~Ryder's POV//Jail//11 months and 3 weeks later~

I've been in this jail cell for 11 months and 3 weeks. All this time I've been wearing a mask. I act different, but deep down I'm still the same person. I don't know how Elena is and I feel guilty every single fucking day. I deserve to be here. I don't deserve to be out there, but I'm selfish and want to be out there with Elena, that is if she's even alive.

"Nightroad," a voice says breaking my thoughts. "Get up, you're getting bailed." I quickly jump to my feet. A police guard comes up to my cell and I stick my wrists out so they could cuff me. The police guard unlocks the door and put on ankle cuffs on me. The police guard leads me out of the dark and cold array of cells and out into a lobby.

I ask, "Who bailed me?" The guard ignores me and holds my bicep so I don't escape. The police guard grabs a huge stack of paperwork. The police guard unlocks my handcuffs so I could sign papers. I feel every guard burning holes in me with their eyes, make one wrong move and I'll be sent back. The guard hands me a pen and tells me to "sign here" "initials here" "don't do this" "don't do that" "you'll be watched" and some other shit. I'll be on probation for 6 months then no cop will be stalking/watching my every fucking move. I internally groaned but shrugged it off. I was finally done and relieved, I thought it was a joke. I was waiting for someone to pop out and laugh in my face that it was a joke and they should've seen my face. 

Right, good joke haha. 

In the end, it didn't happen which I'm very happy about. I don't want to be in there any longer, eating fake food, dealing with the same old people. I walked out to the outside world with my head hung low. I felt ashamed of coming out of a police station, being a criminal. 

I caused someone's suffering and pain. 

I bite my lip hard, chewing on it. I'm walking mindlessly, wandering wherever. Suddenly a huge gust of wind burst at me and a newspaper hits me square in the face. It fell to the ground. I crouched down to pick up the newspaper. When I read the headline my eyes bulged out of my eye sockets. I couldn't believe it! I rushed to the hospital. 

Elena was alive! 

The headline said: "Miracle patient Elena Williams survives head surgery after flatlining!" The double sliding doors of the hospital are clear in my line of vision. I go into the front desk to see where's Elena's room. 

Hopefully, she's doing well.

"Where's Elena Williams room?" I ask urgently to the woman at the front desk.

"Sir, you need to calm down," the woman said, "Her room is 365." I thanked the woman and sped walked to her room. When I reached her room she looked perfect. 

I missed my girl. 

I brought a chair to Elena's side and grabbed her hand and placed a tender kiss on it. A piece of her hair was covering her face so I gently tucked it behind her ear. My hand caressed her cheek. For the next hour, I just stayed there watching Elena sleep peacefully, watching her chest rise and fall. I knew she was here and she was here with me.